The words brought fear to my heart. Not the way violent words, like kill or murder, tear apart my body. These words bring my personal phobia in clear view, publically. The words represent numbers, which for some reason my mind…
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White on white. With the grain.
With the grain. White on white. Brush, back and forth, watching for drips. Repeat. If I could just paint over, stop, don’t go there. Just paint, with the grain, white on white. In this moment, that is all I need…
Reaching beyond the roof
Re I watched as a group of people collectively raised a wall. Countless hands reaching from the floor to future roof lifting more than just lumber and nails. The collective action was physically symbolic and structurally sound. The mix of…
Believing in the promise of a scar.
Yes, I want to cry, to grieve for a connection I thought existed. Instead, I want to scream. Yell, about the promise of staying, of continuing to be connected. A gap, between the reality and the promise, between what was…
caught between two worlds
He sat on the bench, intently looking at his feet. Locals call them tennis shoes. I’ve always known them as sneakers. The difference between us is greater than the terms we use to describe footwear. Our similarities tie us together…
Inquiring Creativity
As a child, I was instructed that God was the only creator. Humans make things from God’s creation. An inquisitive child, I questioned the statement. I don’t presume to have the ability to create universes, living beings, or light and…
Exhale
Breath out, make a sound, form a word, express it, let it free. Wild Words. Allow your words freedom, expression, life. They are as important to you as the air you inhale and exhale. Words are an extension of your…
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